A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters
(for Merrill Rippy)
Yonder three nuns come trailing their tattered Latin,
And there a lady blue nimbussed, High Priestess of Grammar,
The freshmen are lost in autumnal quads of confusion,
The drunken Greeks lowing like cattle at bay,
False tallies are taken and totaled, vespers et matins,
The wrong books are ordered, the computer [...]
